The Bethpoem Collection

Verses for the Barefooted and the Fourfooted

Barefoot in Spring

The moist mud squishes between your
toesAs you walk barefoot along a watery creek.The birds'
chirpingIs music to your earsAs you meet natureWith your
feet.You walk, sing , and runBut to nowhereIn the
woodsWith the trees and animalsYou are
free

Old House

Rickety, rockThe house on the hillThe old
wind blowsThe house falls downA bulldozer comesAnd roles
it downPoor house on the ground

Nature Song

The bees humThe owls hootThe robins
twirp to the bluejaysThe sparrows sing their pretty songAs
the day goes on and on

Swinging

I sit on a swingYou push me highSo high I
seem to flyBut what if I were to fallOnto that
wallAhhPut me downI miss the groundAnd I certainly
hate that wall